"Su Changqing is very powerful. If we want to attack him, we must kill him instantly." He Taichong stared at him. "Marquis Changqing, if you hand over Jiumozhi, I will not attack you." The monk Kongjian clasped his hands together and sighed softly. "Stop talking nonsense, all of you can come together!" Su Changqing looked at everyone with disdain, and a layer of golden light appeared faintly in his fists, which was extremely dazzling, staring at everyone present. He stepped on his toes, as light as a swallow, turned over and jumped dozens of feet, and landed outside the square of the front hall. "The hall is too small. I, Su Changqing, got the opportunity of the Zhenwu Emperor, and I don't want blood to splash in his hall. Whoever wants to attack me can step out of the front hall at will today to decide life and death!" Why should he explain to this group of people. "Master, we..." Song Yuanqiao came to Zhang Sanfeng and bowed. "Su Changqing is a great friend. He saved Cuishan. The seven of you just watch quietly. There is no false reputation." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "He is not very old. Could he really be a martial saint?" Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard this.
Zhang Cuishan, Yu Dayan and others were also shocked. They were a few years older than Murong Fu. Dong Changqing was only known by name. The battle of Yunlong Qishan amazed the world, but he was not seen. Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled. He said no more and looked at the square in front of the hall. "Kill!" He Taichong stepped out of the hall and shouted coldly. He was an excellent swordsman, inherited from He Zudao. The Kunlun Liangyi swordsmanship was pure and powerful. He was the third level of Tiangang. His swordsmanship was excellent and his light skills were wonderful. Kongwen and Kongzhi were hot-tempered and tall. They came first and smashed Su Changqing's head with the demon pestle in their hands. "Kill him!" The three of them attacked at the same time, and the surrounding air waves rolled and flashed, and the whole square was shaking. Su Changqing looked at them with calm eyes, and his fists seemed to be shining with golden light, and he grabbed the long sword of He Taichong who came first. He Taichong's face suddenly changed, and the long sword flew out of his hand, like a ghost, spinning in the air, and the sword was sharp and piercing. Su Changqing faced the three people, but he was not afraid, but his palm was powerful, and the golden palm was indestructible, grabbing the long sword horizontally. He held the Kunlun Sword in his hand, bent it hard, and it was broken by his single hand in an instant. The fragments of the sword body scattered like lenses, and He Taichong's face was cut by the broken sword, and blood flowed. At this time, Kongwen and Kongzhi, the two monks, had already killed them with their demon pestles. They were shocked in an instant, and both of them stayed where they were, with a trace of shock in their eyes. "Since you are here, why don't you fight?" "If you don't come, I will!" Su Changqing's black hair was scattered like a waterfall, his body was full of true energy, his eyes were as cold as lightning, he strangled He Taichong's neck, like grabbing a chicken, and walked towards the two of them. "Can't hold back... This man must be a real martial saint!" He Taichong's face flushed, struggling hard, shouting hoarsely. He wanted to suppress Su Changqing and use his fame to become famous, but his long sword was directly shattered by him. Now he was grabbed by the neck like an ant.
"Liang Yi Sword Technique?" "Shaolin Bodhidharma Authentic?" Su Changqing stared, his fists pressed horizontally, his divine power was overwhelming, and the golden true energy was exchanged repeatedly, which was extremely terrifying. The demon-subduing pestle made of gold and stone was broken by his punch, and his supreme divine power suppressed the whole scene. The three of them knelt on one knee, raised their heads and stared at Su Changqing with horror. "Go again!" Kong Jian is the first of the four great monks. He has mastered the body-protecting Vajra Divine Art, one of the 72 Shaolin skills. It has been perfected and has the same effect as the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. He was full of golden light, put his hands together, and walked over. The pressure on the three people was greatly reduced. Kong Xing came again from a distance. The 36 dragon claws were fierce and went straight to Su Changqing's neck. The four great monks of Jianwenzhixing formed the Vajra Four Symbols Formation together to fight against one person. With the cooperation of He Taichong, it was really terrifying. There was no one in the world who could defeat him. "Master, take the sword!" In the distance, a true disciple of Kunlun Sect threw a long sword. "Su Changqing, I didn't want to kill you, but you insulted me too much today! I can't let you go today!" He Taichong jumped up, caught the long sword, and said coldly to Su Changqing. His long sword shone with sharp light, stabbing straight at Su Changqing's chest. The moment it touched the other's flesh, it shattered like a mirage and scattered all over the ground. He Taichong held the half-broken sword handle in his hand, and was shocked on the spot, unable to recover for a long time. "It is indeed a martial saint in the flesh, and he is indestructible when he sees the gods!" "Master, kill!" The sword of the Heavenly Sword is extremely terrifying, and it will definitely break Su Changqing's golden body! Master Miejue has come, and the sword in her hand went straight to Su Changqing's chest, but suddenly stopped, and her narrow eyes swept Su Changqing. "Su Changqing, tell me where Jiumozhi is!" Miejue looked at Su Changqing coldly. "Juxian Manor, but you should have no chance to go there." Su Changqing rarely responded, and his eyes, without any fluctuations, swept the other party and said. Miejue nodded slightly, looked at He Taichong, and then turned around and stabbed with the Heavenly Sword. If she didn't kill Su Changqing and offended him, the Emei Sect might not survive. Miejue's eyes were dead silent, and the Yitian Sword in her hand was as fast as cold light, rushing straight to Su Changqing's head, wanting to cut off his head with one sword. "Master, don't let Changqing Hou get into trouble." Wudang's second hero Yu Lianzhou said in shock. "Even if his true energy is weak, I'm afraid no one in the world can kill him." Wuliang Patriarch and Zhang Sanfeng shook their heads at the same time. They could see that Su Changqing was trapped in an extremely subtle state. "This Four Symbols Formation of Heaven's Will seems to be similar to mine." Su Changqing looked at the four great monks of knowledge, knowledge, and wisdom, and his heart moved slightly. He first obtained the blood of the blue dragon and the blood of the white tiger. He himself became Xuanwu, and only lacked the blood of the Suzaku. The power of the Four Symbols is terrifying and rare in the world. His heart was touched, but there was a barrier blocking it, like a bottleneck.
"It's a pity. After all, it's just a formation. When the day comes, you can borrow the original form from Shaolin Temple and have a look." Su Changqing said softly in his heart. It's a pity that his talent is not high. If Jiang Xingxing were here, he would be able to see through it at a glance and study it slowly at home. The purpose is to observe the Four Symbols Formation of Providence more, and then kill the group of people in front of me first. Thinking of this moment, Su Changqing no longer hesitated. The frost and snow on her waist and the burial flowers were all unsheathed. One handle was as red as blood, and the other was as white as frost. He held two swords in his hands, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he suddenly slashed horizontally. The immortal sword light was raging, golden and bright, sweeping ten feet in radius like a hurricane. The five fingers of Emptiness were smashed into pieces, and the huge head was cut off instantly. Blood splashed three feet high. The three great monks looked frightened and quickly turned around and ran away. Su Changqing did not chase the three of them, but the frost, snow, and funeral flowers intertwined and strangled the Yitian Sword in front of them. This sword is made of black iron from the sky and can indeed break his golden body. It's a pity that the one holding the sword is not Zhang Sanfeng. Miejie's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to draw his sword and retreat, but he felt an unspeakable power and looked at Su Changqing in horror. Su Changqing holds two swords, dressed in white like snow, holding two swords, with majestic power, and his eyes are as murderous as the sea. He strangled the Yitian Sword, the sword gleams were dazzling, the sword gleams intersected, and the clanking sound was harsh. Su Changqing suddenly raised one foot, which contained a terrifying golden light, and with terrifying divine power, he kicked Miejie away. The bones in his chest cracked and broke, and he sank in an instant. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and blood splashed into the sky. Miejie staggered and was caught by the Emei Sect and other disciples. His eyes were as blank as clay sculptures and he looked at Su Changqing. Su Changqing moved over to hunt down the three great monks of Jianwenzhi. Among the three, Kong Jian was the strongest. "Quickly retreat!" Kong Jian looked up to the sky and roared, like a Buddha's angry King Kong, hammering Su Changqing with a single fist. Su Changqing also struck with a single fist, and the two of them were equally shining with golden light, like tigers roaring and dragons roaring, both possessing supreme divine power. Fist to fist! With a click, Kong Jian's arm was instantly broken, and the white bones were clearly visible. He let out a heart-rending scream. Even though he had practiced the magical power of Vajra body protection for many years, he was no match for Su Changqing. "Master Zhang, save us!" Kong Wen and Kong Zhi all shouted. ............................ = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail-300x250' , target_type: 'mix' });